Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.